Sunny Day
It must be nice to have a Sunny Day,
When people smile and the Birds Fly,
Around more happily tweeting objectivity,
The dogs bark at the cats cool in the winter sun,
People promenade to make a match,
Except the Odd Ball,
It would be a he,
God and the garden gate know the state,
Soon ain’t a date.
Who has got Time under control now?
The biker poet, not pissed, not angry not anything but even.
David A. Robertson 07.01.2018
